Intoxicating wine
When dreams of yesterdayand promises of future
beckon and demand your attention
stay in the present moment
like a solid rock untouched by the wind
and you will discover that nothing
is missing in this very moment
and life is too fine
heavenly divine
like the most wonderful mature wine
intoxicating your blood with electrifying aliveness.
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Written on 2009-10-07 at 21:32
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